Well, I borrowed my old mans truck one day, and my buddy's trailer and we went up this old logging road, we turn a corner, and low and behold, it's my truck! Right where I left it broken down. So we turned the truck and trailer around, loaded my truck up, and went back home. What a long ride that was.

the other weekend me and a friend were ridin up this creekbed which turned out to be a very technical trial, but anyways i spotted a header from some 4 banger...

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August 16, 2004

After reading 10 pgs in one sitting I figured I'd get things back on track.

About 3 years ago an old friend and myself went out to his farm in Puryear, TN. We were going to do a little deer scouting and plant a few salt blocks. At his farm, an old house sits on a noel about 50 feet off the road, and directly behind the old house is this little wooden shed that was used to kill hogs back in the early 1900's. The drive goes around the left side of the house and curves directly in-front of the old hog killin shed. On this particular day we noticed some strange little piles sitting in the middle of the drive right before the shed enterance. So we get out of the truck and as we approached the little piles we get a whiff of the smell of burnt hair. We both stopped in our tracks and gave each other this wide eyed holy fckn sht look. Nevertheless, as we came upon the little piles we realize that they are neatly stacked (in a pyramid) bones with fresh meat still attached in places. There were 6 piles in a perfect circle, each pile standing in a pyramid. The bones were obviously from a skinned animal. It was pretty freaky at that point, but upon closer observation of the bones it became apparent who ever had stacked the bones had also eaten the raw meat from them, b/c of the teeth marks in the remaining meat. After making my friend aware of the teeth marks we both immediately went to a "I'm freaked-out but I'll still kick yo @$$ stance" and scanned the area. Thats when he noticed the burnt skin of the animal hanging stretched across the doorway of the hog killin shack. The scorched skin had been hung by the animals intestines.

So our final analysis of the events prior to our discovery were: the animal was a blk dog probably a lab, the dog was probably set on fire while still alive (?), skinned, gutted, limbs/ribs sawed into 3-6 inch pieces, eaten, then the bones stacked in pyramids, and the skin hung in the doorway with the animals guts.

That was by far the freakiest thing I've ever came across, and despite all that, we still scouted and buried the salt blocks. Oh, he had a 30-06 and I had a 9mm Glock. If it weren't for that, I would have had to ride in back on the way home. The next day we put-up a thick cable and no trespassing signs at the entrance, and nothing else has happened since, that we know of anyway.

My first hunting trip was with a buddy at his grandpas place in Northern Wisconsin. We were maybe 16-17 years old and were gonna go deer hunting the next morning. We took his grandpas 4x4 and headed off into the woods to scout around and then did some exploring. Came across this old shack and decided to check it out. We parked the truck on the other side of the hill and walked over to the shack. Went inside and it looked like poeple had been there recently. Started to rumage through teh place. Found a bottle of booze under one of the mattresses and then heard the faint noise of a truck approaching. We skedateled pretty quick. Didn't have time to head back to the truck so we took off throught the woods. We stopped and watched them, they went into the cabin and knew we were there. They started looking for us. We took off and they must have seen us, because tehy was coming our way. We came upon a cliff. Either go back or go down. We went down, fortunately we found a samll cave and hide in it. We could hear them above us, they yelled into the valley and told us to never come back and left. We managed to sneak back to our truck and took off. Went partying that night and found out it was some guys that come up every year to hunt. We made peace and told them we thought it was his grandpas land. It was cool, we couldn't legally buy them beer, however we all managed to drink our fill.

i forgot about this one thing that happened to me as a kid. my great uncle and aunt live in tenessee, right outside of knoxville and they owned the surrounding land(300 acres). so we go mudding in this stripped down beater and we get to the woods part of the land. so we stopped and started exploring. we got to the end of the property and started venturing to the west when we came to this huge 2 story house out in the middle of the woods. my great uncle had never known of the house being on the property and he was the third generation of owning the land. so we searched it and it looked like it hadn't been inhabited for quite a while. when we went out back, there were rabbit skeletons still nailed to the wall and ropes were hanging on the trees surrounding the back. there was also a shed with hand saws and other tools in it. i remember seeing some big brown spot on the floor but now im sure that was probably blood. when we went back home, we asked all of the family if they knew anything about the house and nobody could come up with an answer. a few years later we went looking for the house again, but couldn't find. every once and awhile i go looking again when im up there.